Page:Book of common prayer (TEC, 1979).pdf/724

 As often as I said, “My foot has slipped,” * your love, O, upheld me.

When many cares fill my mind, * your consolations cheer my soul.

Can a corrupt tribunal have any part with you, * one which frames evil into law?

They conspire against the life of the just * and condemn the innocent to death.

But the has become my stronghold, * and my God the rock of my trust.

He will turn their wickedness back upon them and destroy them in their own malice; * the our God will destroy them.

Come, let us sing to the ; * let us shout for joy to the Rock of our salvation.

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving * and raise a loud shout to him with psalms.

For the is a great God, * and a great King above all gods.

In his hand are the caverns of the earth, * and the heights of the hills are his also.

The sea is his, for he made it, * and his hands have molded the dry land.